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Tackle! (HRW Football Game)

                                                                                            (February 2002)

Central Bowl
Seven spindles brush the clouds -- quite literally -- overhead, a jagged, spired cotillion grey-stoned majesty. The bowl from here is
expansively large, extending a full half mile in both directions, and although sometimes a bit of a stretch, most of the hubs of activity can
be easily observed. Hard-packed ground shows the common pathways, all of them meandering about the craggy bunch of boulders that
form a centerpiece: carven, hand-worn and foothold-full, it gives a bit of centerpoint to the otherwise vast emptiness of the area.
To the north lie the hatching grounds and leadership weyrs, while the lows of herdbeasts mark the feeding pens to the northeast. A flurry of
ever-present activity marks the living caverns to the west, and another time-traveled path the ground weyrs just adjacent to the southwest.
Southeast, a glint of blue shows the lake, glittering and cold.
It is an autumn sunrise. The sun slowly peeks above the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over all it touches. The amber and red colors
of the trees and grasses are amplified by the rising sun, and the world seems awash with color.
Sinead, Miria, Squaln, B'ane, and Lis are here.

Lylia walks in.

Daniri walks in.

Seilyn walks in.

Valanth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Kia giggles softly a nod at Valanth before she unbuckles her straps and slips to the ground.

Kh'ryn is pacing back and forth, leaving a slight trench in the ground of the bowl, as he idly tosses a porcine-hide ball up in the air with
each step. A glance towards the sun as he notices the time, and then a wide beam breaks out on his face. Showtime! Now, where are his
players?

Hiza steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Dressed up in her finest rumbling attire, Miria swipes some black soot under her eyes to help shield the sun's glare. Seeing Kh'ryn's
presence in the Weyr bowl, the unusually perky little guard waves toward him. "Kh'ryn! Hey!" Noting the porcine ball being tossed, she
grins. Oho, so this is it.

Fumble, rearrange, nearly drop. Kariel sits to the side of the main hustle-and-bustle by a bit, playing with the healerish toys he's brought
along. Redwort and numbweed and gauzy bandages. All the necessities for the brutalities about to take place. For that's what organized
sports are. Brutality. Especially when all one knows of them is your three older brothers versus you, a pink and plum clad prepubescent.
He's ready to heal about anything that may come along. But play? Squeek.

Daniri jogs into the bowl, an excited smile on her face. She'd never played this game before, but it sounded fun. She comes to a halt
where some others seem to be gathering and hops from foot to foot.

Kia had just hopped down from her lifemate's back the pants of her weyrling outfit getting pulled off for some reason they were only tied on
with slip knots odd child. She's wearing a skirt! And it's tiny with pleats wouldn't ya know the colors being those of Ista Weyr even if she's
at HighReaches so forgive her eh? Sleeves are pulled off her shirt and she's bouncing around on the edges of the 'field' cute little pompoms
made of cloth and cute stuff with sparkilies yeah sure fun yup

Sinead makes her way in from the guards barracks, offering everyone a smile and moving to stand somewhere amidst the people. The girl
really isn't sure what's going on, but she seems interested, so she quickly eliminates her jacket and offers a grin towards Kh'ryn.

Lis is here, even if she's not sure entirely what's going on. Whatever Kh'ryn's got is interesting, she trots across the distance to the
bluerider. "What's all this?" she asks, waving a hand at Kariel's paraphenalia et al. "Some kind of game?" How wise.

Lylia doesn't really /own/ rough-and-tumble attire, persay, but loose-fitting trousers and a too-tight tunic will suffice, right? Right. Let's not
forget those comfortable, practical boots. "Lis! Dahling!" The young woman gives a greenie-wards wave as she jogs over to the group.
She's heard.. rumors. And rumblings. So she's comin' out to see what's up.

Seilyn comes happily bouncing in. She might be twelve but she's still got reason and the will to be hyper and happy. So there. Hrmph. Her
waterbottle is tossed off to the side where it hopefully won't get kicked around. "Alright! Let's get this game goin'!" Kia is stared at, and
then finally recognized and the Fosterling tries to stiffle her laughter. "Nice outfit, Kia-pet!"

Squaln enters the bowl in an entirely different ensemble --typical 'tumble' clothes. Word travels fast when there's a game being played.
Beam. The herder then shuffles over the growing crowd and stands next to B'ane, with a wide grin on his face. Eh heh heh. Looks like
this'll be /fun/. Good thing he changed his clothes, eh? "I'll play!" he blurts out, not even knowing what the game is yet. Eager, eh? The lad
then cracks his knuckles and starts to get psyched.

Kariel crinkles his nose up at Lis in disdain. Hmph. She can be so condescending sometimes. Sniff. Sniffle. "It's just in case anything
happens while we're playing the games. First aid and such." He's helpful. He is. Really. Trying to work for the benefit of the weyr, only to
be shown ingrateful reprocussions.

B'ane leaves the security of his lofty perch and dismounts with the slick sound of leather on dragon hide. Oh look, there are about sixty
people in the Bowl and one of them's tossing something in his hand. Could be trouble. Or fun, whichever way you look at it. Quirking a
'brow Squall-wards, he proceeds to ask, "what exactly are you guys about to play?" Well, it's certainly not checkers.

Bluerider beams again as the 'players' soon come out of the wood.. er.. weyr work. "Just a game of pickup and tackle," he explains to Lis,
before waving towards those gathered, all dressed in differing stages of scrimage attire. But nothing beats his orange shorts.. ahem.
Excusing himself from the greenriders presence for a moment, Kh'ryn then clears his throat, ready to get this party started. "Alright
everyone..If I can get your attention?" Hopefully they'll have an equal amount of players, but if not, there's always those who can sit out the
first run until someone gets tired.. or.. hurt.

M'er slides from Suith's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Kia beams at Seily from her spot along the edges "Seily! I haven't seen you in /ages/!" she poses now showing off her skirt oh and there's
even little pompoms on her shoes that aren't boots for the moment. "Oh B'ane! M'er you're here too!" Faranth forbid if her 'ling mates end
up on a different team.. O'course M'er could always be a cheerleader with Kia you know

Sinead nods slightly and stops her chatter with another of the gathered players, turning her attention towards Kh'ryn so that she may here
what's going on.

Miria /needs/ rough-and-tumble attire, being a guard of course, and crosses her arms. Looking over to find M'er, old HRW friend and now a
rider of Ista, she squeaks in glee, much differently from her 'I'm ready to rumble' look that she portrays quite oddly, being the eccentric
little child she is. "Meral! Or... whatever your name is. It's changed, I know, but still." Eee.

Hiza sneaks out of the caverns with a still sleeping baby-type, and eyes the crowd gathered. So this is what Iss was going on about,
then? In a brief moment she's scrambled up her lovely dragon, flown off toward her weyr, and when the tiny greener returns, she is free of
child(one watching might note she stopped off at another weyr before returning), and dressed... exactly the same. No, Hiza'a not a skirted
cheerleader, but she's a little too tiny to play. Might get used as the ball at her size, y'know? And so that's what the little flag is for, and
why she wanders toward Kia. Hiza's too cheerful not to cheerlead anyway. "Quite the crowd. Squally's gonna win." All by himself, yep.

Squaln pays attention to the one who seems to be running the show. Grinning, the herder runs a hand through his hair and stretches his
arm muscles for the moment. Tank top hugs his abdomen nicely and he stretches his legs as he stands, waiting for further instructions.

Suith is here -- start the blaring trumpets, parade, dancing white monkey -- whatever you've got. Oh, and M'er is there too, fiddling with the
straps until he can siddle out, over the side of the dragon. Svelte little dragon turns to watch her rider as he descends gracelessly to the
ground. "Kia! B'ane!" he chirps merrily. Oh, yes. M'er is going to be a cheerleader with Kia. Where's the skimpy outfits?!

"Lylia!" Lis squeals in return, dashing over to squeeze her friend companionably. "Pick up and tackle?" the greenrider wonders, head
cocked in thought. Sounds like her social life.

B'anes eyeing his current apparel and comes to the conclusion that his weyrling uniform will have to suffice. Stripping off his jacket, he
leaves it in Aboleoth's capable claws and folds his arms across his chest. "Hey M'er, Kia!" Raising his voice over the din of the
assemblage, he offers a wave to them.

Kia squeels again gah she's gone ditzy again "M'er! I've had this outfit for awhile Faranth knows why but someone said game and I thought
sure why not where else am I gonna wear it?" kiss blown at the greenriding 'ling as she peers around the area "Quite a turn out from what I
can see" oh and a Hize even if not skimpy she's here and hyper!

Sinead claps slightly before offering a bright wave up towards M'er and B'ane. "Meral! B'ane!" No, she does not yet know Meral's new
name, so his pre-Impressions name will just have to suffice.

"Tackle." Lylia gives a blissful little nod, eyes going unfocused. Taaackle. Hurrah! She gets to go 'grrrrr'. "You think you can keep up?" A
little wink at the greenrider, and Ly's hopping on her toes. Hop, hop. Gotta get /pumped/.

Seilyn wanders over to Squaln, studying his actions and then mimicing them. "Kia, you'd better cheer for me," she teases, giggling. Dull
grey eyes flick across the 'field' towards Kh'ryn and she pulls her first question out of her... um.. sweater. There. "How are we all going to
be split up? In teams or is it every man for himself?" the Fosterling questions the bluerider in charge.

Kh'ryn thanks the bugles from the dragons for gathering even /more/ attention. "Now, lets get started. Here," he then points towards a
bushel of thin, black rags, "We have ties for those of you on one team, in order to differentiate from those on the other team.." Just
because, well.. Shirts and skins isn't the best way to go when there's ladies present.. Right? Ahem. "But, before that, lets pick some
captains.." And gaze sweeps through the crowd, seeing who'd be the best for the second team, 'cause you all know he wants to lead the
first one. Seeing Squaln, he motions the herder closer. "Think you can lead one group?" he asks the younger lad.

Lylia's grrrreat as far as Lis is concerned, but the greenrider puffs out her chest proudly - as if she /needs/ too - and boastfully states, "My
dear, I am the /queen/ of tackling." Just ask D'renn, or Kh'ryn, or.... "Shirts and skins! Shirts and skins!" The greenrider picks up the chant
on Kh'ryn's change of rules, nudging Lylia. C'mon, dig it.

All these people... all this eagerness... all the potential for people getting injured. It's enough to give poor Kariel a heart attack, it is. He
doesn't enjoy things where the main purpose is basically to injure a perfectly normal (...well...), functioning human being. First aid kit has
been toyed with enough, however, and he drawstrings it shut and leaves it atop his perched rock, heading towards the crowd a bit... rolling
up his sleeves. He's still not for this. But. If he /has/ to play.

M'er beams at B'ane and Kia, siddling a bit closer to the aforementioned bluerider. "Ya. Very nice. I want one." Mabey. A brighter beam
forms over his face as he gazes towards Sinead. It seems very few people know his post-Impression name. "I'm M'er, now, 'Ead." Pause,
and he tips his head to nod at the green (who is trying to attratch attention with a merry prance about in her little spot.) "And that's Suith."
Zafer eyes flick nonchalantly at Kh'ryn. "Hmm..."

Miria giggles. She has her own black ties. Note the bands on her head and wrists. Looking towards Kh'ryn, she gleefully ponders whether
she lands on his team or Squaln's. Either way she'll probably have loads of fun. But, just because she's a weirdo, she takes up the 'shirts
and skins' chant as well, though she quietly hopes she's on 'shirts'. Because she doesn't want to have to wear a bikini top in autumn.

Squaln can go a little.. crazy when it comes to sports. /Especially/ when he plays. Mwahaha. A smirk is given to Seilyn as he continues
to stretch his arms, and occasionally his legs. Sqa's getting psyched and pumped for the big game. Then Kh'ryn gets an authentic grin as
he steps forward, nodding as he does. "Yeah!" he replies gruffly. Woot! Standing next to the bluerider, he scans the crowd for suitable
team mates. Hmmm. "You get first pick." But his team will get first blood..

"Shirts and skiiiins," Lylia practically purrs. Kh'ryn would be a skin, right? Mwah. But the brownrider nudges Lis. "But... the ties are
/black/," Ly motions at the stack of rags. She /likes/ black. "Yay Squaln!" She gives a little cheer, pumping her fist for him. Good for him!
Better than her. She doesn't organize. She tackles. She likes tackling.

Sinead picks up the chant. "Shirts and skins," though she'd really rather be on the shirts team, but if she has to run around in a bikini
top... "M'er, nice! Suith, nice to meet you!" She offers towards the green.

Kh'ryn grins and rubs his hands.. glad to see this is progressing so well.. Now.. For pickings... What does he have to choose from? Well,
seeing Lylia already ready and raring to go, he then points in the brown rider's direction. "We get Lyl," he shouts about the roars of "shirts
and skins." Then, back to Squaln. Your turn.

Well. If he /has. to participate, might as well get some kicks out of it, eh? Lylia is grazed by, Kariel's elbow just barely nudging into her
side as he peruses the question: "Don't you do enough tackling in your own weyr, brownrider?" And then she's called away. Just when
he's getting started. Sniff.

Daniri takes a deep breath and looks the two captains over. She'll probably be the last picked, but it should still be fun. She doesn't know
anyone, but that might almost make it even better.

Seilyn slips up beside Miria and join in the 'shirts and skins' chanting. She's happily bouncing away shouting 'skirts and shins' for a few
moments before pausing, stopping in her tracks, changing around the letters until they form 'shirts and skins' once more. by this point,
she's begun to wonder. DUll grey eyes look up to Miria in confusion. "/Why/ are we screaming 'shirts and skins'?"

Hiza bounces some as Kh'ryn picks Sqa as a captain. "Yay!" M'er's nearness is given a beam and a happy, "Congratulations. She's near
as pretty as my Iss, M'er." Which is alot from Hiza with Issryuith so close by, y'know. The tiny rider turns her attention back on the game
now, calling, "Yay Squally! Your team is going to to win!" Pause, "No offense, Khor!" Giggle.

Squaln nods as Kh'ryn chooses his first player. Blue eyes scan the bowl for someone worthy of joining his team. One who's rough. Tough.
Mean. One who's not afraid to tackle.. Beam. "Ok, B'ane! Step up!" he says. One down, more to go.

Miria shrugs at Seilyn's question. "'Cuz it's a way of determining who's on who's team." She looks back and forth from Kh'ryn to Squaln...
who, now, will be her team captain?

Chayath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

"Yay!" Lylia gives a chipper hop-skip, practically prancing over to Kh'ryn as she flexes her wiry body. Roooowr. She's on the /bluerider's/
team. Kariel just gets smirked at. "Never enough," she responds in a sing-song voice. Almost enough, though. Quara's as bad as her.

Kh'ryn nods evenly at Squaln's choice.. Shards.. He wanted the other rider. Oh well.. May's well pick the next player for skill more so
than.. ah.. strength. Which is why, his next cry is "Kariel!" 'Cause its best to have the healer on /your/ side, right? Or is that a bad omen?
A high five is offered to Lylia, even as she smirks towards her newest team mate.

B'ane shifts his eyes over the crowd and unclasps his arms to morph into his ready stance. Walking like a good little acolyte to Squaln's
side, he smirks complacenty. "Ready to do some damage just like ol' times?" Er, scoring that is. Yes.

Squaln scans the crowd once again, looking for signs of worthy players. And /boom/! he spots another one quickly. Grinning, he motions
for Sinead. "Step up, girl!" he says to her. Beam. Grin. 'Ead will be a good player; no doubts in his mind!

Hey. Kare's strong. He's just a very large weeniehead. Which is why he almost misses his name being called, not expecting it for a few
more drafts... but zaffer gaze widens as he uhs at Kh'ryn. "Me?" Really? He's not last? Oh, if only his brothers could see him now. Lis is
waved to, since he's still reasonably close, with a look that simply reads, 'I got picked before you.' as he nabs his first aid kit and heads
Kh'rynwards.

Sinead sproings up as she's motioned to join a team. "Whoo, Mir, make sure you're on Kh'ryn's team!" she shouts to her younger sister. "I
want to make sure you meet the dirt a few times," cackle and she bounds off to join B'ane and Squaln.

Lis peers around worriedly as everyone /else/ gets picked but her. Last pick? Perhaps she ought to be on the sidelines with Kia in a
skimpy skirt... Arms fold across her chest as she scuffs her toe ad sticks her tongue out at Kariel.

Kh'ryn now goes for agility, which is why, "Miria!" is picked next. "Come on there, lady guard. You can be our defence..." And at the same
time, look, he's fulfilling Sinead's request.

Miria wheehees and skips over to Kh'ryn's side. Looking back to Sinead, she says, "Rightly so, Ead, and I think you ought to eat dust a
few times too just to even the score." Wink. Crossing her arms, she holds her head high, but inwardly cackles with glee at facing off her
half-sister.

Squaln smirks as he looks over the large group yet again. Hmm. Good qualities in players. Rough, tough and /mean/! Mwahaha. Then
another is spotted rather quickly and he nods to Daniri. "Step up, sweets!" he says to her. Grin. Picked last? Naahhh.

Kia has disconnected.

Lylia slaps a high-five, giving an enthusiastic whoop as she folds her arms over her chest. "/Enthusiasm/, Kariel. You need it." Badly. Be
/aliiiiive/. And ready to tackle. Always, always ready to tackle. Sinead gets grinned at. A wide, toothy grin... Rather like Druseth eyeing a
herdbeast, listening to its pulse...

Seilyn bounces around, all happy-like and energetic-like. She's big! She's strong! She's a complete shorty who looks like she's still stuck
being nine Turns old in a twelve Turn old's body but she's got the potential for a runningback? Everybody's cheered for as the beginnings of
teams are formed. She's alive and ready for action. Cackle!

M'er beams at Hiza as he finds her shouting to him. "Thanks!" Beam, a bit brighter, mabey even a blush. "Suith says you're smart."
/Anyone/ who says Suith is pretty is /very/ smart. "Uhm... Iss is pretty, too." Yes. He's a nice greenrider, isn't he? Eyes scan the crowds,
and the people getting chosen. He still wants to be a cheerleader! Mabey he can get sympathiy (and kisses) then.

Enthusiasm? Hmm. And with that comment, Kare reaches over to smack Lylia on the rear end rather heartily. "That suffice?"

Bluerider smiles happily, glad to see that the young girl was chosen.. If Squaln hadn't done it, he would have soon enough.. Now, who
next? Eyes glance over those gathered, and he smiles rather wickedly.. "Oh Liissssss," Kh'ryn calls, his voice seductive, but his gaze
steely. No way he's gonna have the greenrider /against/ him! Nuh uh!

M'er has disconnected.

Hiza is helped by willowly green tail onto Issryuith's equally willowly neck.

Daniri's eyes light up with surprise. Someone picked her! And she's not last! Woo! Still bouncing happily, she skips over to stand by
Squaln and the others on his team. She's gonna play as hard as she can, and make the team proud!

Squaln is still looking for that special /pizzazz/ for his team. Then a familiar face is spotted -- she may be little, but she'd be a great (and
fast) runner! Beam. Nodding his head towards the team, Seilyn gets a wink. "Step up, killer! Show us what you got!"

Lis squeals happily as Kh'ryn choses her. (Like Pokemon.) "Oh! Yay! I'm on Lylia and Kariel and Kh'ryn and Miria's team!" She prances
over to her captian, arms ready to give him an enthusiastic tackle already. Perhaps it would be safer to have her on the /other/ team...

Seilyn does a little dance (Grrr! Killer's ready for action!) and struts towards Squaln and his team. Upon arriving at her team's little section
of the 'Bowl, she opens her arms to give Squaln a little 'Ee! I love you!' glomp. "I like you lots 'n' lots!" She turns to her team. "Um.. I don't
know most if not all of you.. I'm Seily!" Big electricfied smile.

Daniri grins at Seilyn. "H'lo, I'm Daniri."

Lis gets creative with the black bandeau, hitching up her shirt to tie it, with barely enough fabric to spare, into a suitable top - well, maybe
in some tropical hold - before losing the tunic entirely. Grrrr. If the attitude doesn't scare people, the perilous position of bandeau should.

Lylia raises an eyebrow at Kariel, giving a little snort. "Uh-huh. Sure." Hmph. Just wait... "Lis!" A little squeal escapes as she once more
hops up and down. "You're with me! We get to tackle 'em!" 'Course, she wouldn't have minded tackling Lis. "Skins?" Hmph. And Lylia
yanks off her shirt, tossing it o the ground. Raaawr. Fear her! She is Brownrider! But there's a little dignity as she ties a black bandeau
tightly around the more.. um... inappropriate pair of parts. Easier for running. And tackling. Lotsa tackling.

Miria strips off her shirt, which she has found quite cumbersome, and is seen to wear a very skimpy cobalt bikini top instead. Cracking her
knuckles, then, the guard focuses toward the other team with that 'Weeeeee raaaawk and youuuuuu doooooon't' look. Eee.

Sinead pouts slightly as she glares at her sister. "Aww, you got the good team!" she wanted to be skins, pout. "I'll get yah for that l'il sis."

B'ane passes some scrutiny over the rest of the team members, Sinead's face the only one he recognizes minus Squaln's. No matter. "I'm
B'ane for future reference," he nods to the new players, the light on his head shifting positions. Stretching a bit, the bronzer's now ready to
rumble.

Kh'ryn claps his hands as the teams are now set up. Now, for positions... Hmmm, eying Kariel, Lylia, Lis and Miria, he ponders who'd be
the fastest, and who'd be the best for defence.. Ok, so maybe he doesn't make the best of captains... After tearing off his shirt and
donning one of the black bandeaus, he then huddles Team Retch close for a pre-game chat. "Alright," he whispers. "Here's the deal. We'll
keep Miria and Lis on defence for now," Seing how one is young and the other just had a baby.. "Lylia, you take forward, Kariel.. ah.."
Does he want the healer as quarterback? He certainly is steady with his hands during an opration, but what about during a game.. Finally,
he just shrugs. "Just get out there and /get.. that.. ball!/" Forget placements! This is pick up and tackle.. Anyone can go anywhere!

OOC: Kh'ryn reminds everyone once again of the rules. No untold IC tackles/injuries/pushing unless cleared by the intended tackle-ee, or
if you emit it upon yourself. Second, injuries that are RP'd serious enough, means you leave the game. Lastly, keep the OOC to a
minimum. I'll toss the ball, and then we'll start... Helter skelter, I know.. but fun 'nough as is. The boundaries are IC'ly the North/South ends
of the bowl, and goal posts are.. ah.. dragons? Just don't hit any, on the pain of being eaten by 'em. :)

Anarchy. Makes for the most interesting sort of games. "Right," Lis nods forcefully, leaning forward with hands on her knees (do the
delight of the male population). "Does that mean I tackle people? Or just people with the ball?" is asked of Kh'ryn.

Kariel is star quarterback material. Really. Other than the fact he's bad at sports and all. Other than that. Shirt is unbuttoned with a catty
smirk as he tosses it aside... lookit here. And all taken. Poor ladies. Really. Cough. Muscles are flexed as he nods to Kh'ryn, oh faithful
team leader, and wrings his

hands together... he can do this. He can. Really. Yeah. He's probably got the longest legs out here. So... just run. Fast. Run, Kariel, run.

"Yes. Yesyes. Great." Lylia gives a sharp series of nods, looking like she's paying attention, but all her eyes show are the words 'tackle,
taaaackle' repeating in her mind. "Is biting allowed?" Innocent question, really. She's good for forward. Fast and tackle-y.
 

Miria crosses her arms amusedly, much to the amusement of the gathered men of course. "So. Um. I tackle people with the ball who try
to score right?" She looks toward Lis and winks. Hopefully they'll make a good defense. Silver hair catching the gleam of the sun, she
cracks her knuckles. "I can tackle. Whee. 'Cuz I'm a guard." Grin.

"Anyone can tackle," Kh'ryn whispers to his team, "As long as you make sure they have the ball first.. I mean, we don't want you hitting
up on Daniri by mistake, or anything.." Bluerider will be sure to curve his tackle-enthusiasm since there are some smaller ones playing
today's game. A nod to Kariel, and he motions for everyone to take their places. "Just.. run..." he repeats to Kar, certain that the man can
do that /just/ fine... As for him.. Well.. Stay outta his way, is all I'm saying.. Grin. Miria goes home.

Squaln takes a step forward to look over his team, nodding right afterwards. Motioning for a huddle, he crouches on the ground, being in
the very center. "Ok team. We'll be officially known as Team Demolition. Why? Because we'll destroy everything in our path that stand sin
our way of a goal." A smirks crosses his expression. "Ok, here's the deal. B'ane and Sinead will be on defense; cuz I know nothing will
get by them. They're quick and tough and that's what we need." He then looks at the rest. "Seilyn and Daniri are offense and will receive
the ball to run with. They're the fastest and have more agility than all of us, practically." He then pauses. "That leave me to be the
quarterback. Alright team?" The herder then stands up and glances at the other team. "This is it!" is yells, now facing his Demolitoners --
Pep talk! "You /are/the/team/! B'ane is the Terminator! Sinead is the Annihilator! Daniri is the Destoryer! Seilyn is the Killer!" Woot! He
then faces the opposite team. Let the games begin. Mwahaha...

Placing his two fingers into his mouth, Kh'ryn issues a loud, shrilling whistle. "Alright! Let gets this game going!" he hollers, moving
towards the front to ready himself for a ball toss. There's no way he's gonna let them try and /kick/ it into the open... That would be way
too chaotic. With a 1, and a 2 and a 3, the bluerider launches the porcine-hide ball high into the sky, before running back towards the
back, letting his team battle out the first few seconds with the others.

"GAME ON!"

Daniri smacks her hands together with a loud "Woot!" and watches Kh'ryn throw the ball up. The game is on! Let's see how fast she can
move! Daniri takes off, keeping one eye on the ball and one on the others around her as she gets ready to grab the ball or tackle the
person with it or something like that.

Sinead cackles slightly and makes her way over to play defense, there'll be no goals scored on her watch. A grin is offered at her title.
"Annihalator, cool," she states as she glares over at the other team.

B'ane claps his hands together and starts to patrol his territory. Nothing's gonna get by _here_ without being mauled to a bloodied pulp. Or
yelled at, one or the other. "Ready 'Ead?" Never has there been better defenders this side of Pern. Glancing towards his dragons
expecting him to be cheering frantically or trying to cheat for him, the bronze is merely watching stoically, his attention divided between
the field and a young green dragon over yonder.

Run. Just... run. And that's what the Healerman does, launching into a hearty sprint towards the lesser numbered section of the field...
ball. Where's the ball? Oh. There it is... flying... through the air... like a firelizard on speed. How inspiring, poetic... and inane all at once.
Just run, Kare. Run run run.

Lylia runrunruns, and bouncebouncebounces. The rider's not quite in a good position, though, and pauses partway through her run, before
once more heading towards it. She's not gonna be able to make it to get it, but hey, she can tackle the other team if they get too close,
right? Hehe.

By some miracle, the ball's trajectory ends in the vicinity, and by an even greater miracle, Lis manages to be /under/ it. Rather than get
walloped in the head, the greenrider catches the falling projectile like a sack of firestone, smarting as it lands more on her chest than in
her hands. "Ow!" Belatedly, she realizes she's supposed to run with it, tearing off as fast as she can.

Sinead offers a quick nod over towards B'ane. "Of course I am, this is what I do for a living," sort of. But having said that her attention is
returned to the opposing team, a slight chuckle as they get started. With that she see's Lis catch the ball, which she watches as it moves
about the field.

Squaln assembles with his team and grins smugly. Rawwwrrrr. The Demolition now begins! As the game begins and the ball is thrown,
blue eyes watch it briefly then return to the other players. "DEFENSE!" he yells to his players as the other team rushes them. "Watch for
the blitz!" He'll have no voice by the end of the game, probably. Clapping his hands once, he gets the receiver in his sights and /lunges/
towards them..

With a holler of excitement, Daniri changes directions with much skidding and starts off after Lylia, then changes her mind. They should
have plenty there, and if the ball is fumbled they might need a receiver. She races towards the other goal line and watches the
proceedings, ever wary.

"Go Kariel!" shouts Kh'ryn, before he spots Lis catch the ball. "Go Lis!" he adds, motioning for Lylia to join the run.. And off he goes too,
jogging through the standing crowd, listening with a grin to Squaln's captain-like yells. Pfft.. He's good, but Khor enjoys more letting the
players decide what to do, as long as they know that he's here for 'em when it comes time for backup!

Amanecer steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

They're the Demolitioners and Killer (Aka Seilyn) is Demolitioner-spirit filled! As she notices the ball fly and calls out to her team. "The
ball's been thrown. Time for some brutality!" Woot! Fiery little Killer darts over to join Bronzeriding Terminator-type B'ane. As Lis catches
the ball and runs, Seilyn ducks 'neath arms, legs, just people in general to get closer to the greenrider. She's got no weight to bring Lis
down and so Seilyn simply launches herself at the greenrider's legs and attempts to swing her body to the side and pull what she can of
Lis down with her.

B'ane eyes the current ball holder, which happens to be Lis, through the squinted eyes of a jungle cat. Here bally, bally, bally. He'd roar or
something, but that would be demeaning and so he advances upon the greenrider with a callous eagerness. Halt or prepare to be
destroyed!

Lis squeals as she runs, rather like a little girl, as members of the other team seem to close in around her like hunting wherries. Or riders
at a flight, heh. With her pig-skin prize clutched close to her chest, the Amazon dashes to and fro, but is no match for the Seilyn-missle
below the belt. Coming down hard on the bowl floor, the greenrider seems alright except for the wind knocked out of her lungs, but the ball
squirts out of her grasp up into the air.

Sinead let's B'ane make his way over to Lis, the Annihalator watches the other player, on the chance that Lis sends the ball off to one of
the others. Ead just romes the area, watching, waiting anticipating. "Go Killer!" she cals out to Sielyn as she applauds softly.

"Ruuuuuun, Lis!" Kare calls as he tries to chase after her himself... in order to ward off people. Shoo. Let the woman run. Really. Cause
she's got the ball... which is now... up in the air. Aaaaah! Noo! "Ball!" he squeals, springing to attempt to grab it... open ball! Open ball! But
he instead ends up jumping pretty much over Lis in a show of grandeur... feet landing on Lis' back. Oof.

Daniri hoots and cheers. "Woowoo! Way to go, Killer!"

Amanecer pads in softly to the Caverns.

Oliana walks in.

"Intercept!" Squaln yells to his player for more encouragement. The ball is eyed and he lunges for it, falling onto the ground and grasping it
tightly. Blue eyes scan the terrain for the closest team mate. "Daniri!" he yells again, tossing her the ball.

Kh'ryn raises his hands up to show he's free, and then winces when he sees Lis get tackled. Ouch.. First of the casualties is down, and
then Kariel joins the greenrider.. Ooof. "Go Lylia!" he then hollers towards the brownrider. "Intercept that! Catch the free ball!" Which is no
longer free, now that Squaln's team has possesion.

Lylia prances after Lis, trotting as quickly as possible in protective pursuit of the greenrider. "Eek! Lis!" As her friend goes down, the rider
shoots forward, growling as Squaln gets the ball and suddenly zooming like a hyper ferret at Daniri. She wants to taaaackle! Raaaawr! But
she's not quite there yet.

A few girls and guys gather about the 'sidelines', some pulling off their shirts to reveal bathing suits and the such so they can be used as
flags to cheer on the two teams. One of the males grabs some nearby mud and writes 'Kh'ryn is sexy!' on his white tunic and holds it up
for all to see!

Daniri begins to run, arms open, eyes on the ball. Closer...closer...she leaps and feels the pig-skin make contact. She clutches at it as
she starts to come back to the ground and yelps as it slips out of her grasp. She gropes again and manages to hang on this time. With a
terrified look behind, she starts running, running, running, the ball tucked under one arm, towards the field line.

Oliana comes to what can only be termed a stuttering halt. The neatly pressed, very neat-and-tidy young woman looks altogether ruffled
as she exits the Caverns. She hustles over to one of those on the sidelines. "What is it? Some kind of fight?" Then she spies the ball, just
as the other is noting that no, it's a game. Oli soon catches sight of the white tunic. "And which one's Kh'ryn?"

Sinead offers a loud woot as Daniri catches the ball and begins her run. "Go Destroyer!" she hollers, offering her own form of
encouragment to her team.

Squaln scrambles to his feet as Daniri catches the ball and he runs along right after her, making sure no one attempts to tackle. That's
what team mates do best. Heh. Looking over his shoulder every now and then to keep tabs on the other team, the herder continues to run.
"Keep going!" he yells to his offensive player.

Kh'ryn rushes forward to offer a hand to the healer and greenrider, urging Lylia and Miria to continue their run after the smaller Daniri. "You
two ok?" he asks, a little worried, but still smiling non the less. This is part of the fun, right?!

Seilyn screams across the field, still stuck under the pile of Kariel and Lis-ness. "Run, Dani! Whooooo!" Her attention is drawn to the
groupies and she bursts into a fit of laughter. "I like that guy. That guy rules," she manages to say to whoever's around.

Daniri takes a quick glance behind her. There were people chasing her! Ahhhh! With a look in front of her, she suddenly remembers the
other team has a defense, too. Oops. She starts to zig-zag, trying not to waste time but also hoping to make it difficult for the other team
to tackle her. At the end of one zig, she starts a very long zag that curves around towards the goal line aaaandddd....

SCORE! Team Demolition makes first point!

Bugles echo across the bowl, as the dragons get in on the fun. They were banned from playing, sure, but that doesn't mean that they can't
support their favourite teams! The sounds reverbrate through the hollowed section of the weyr, pressing on the eardrums of everyone
present. Meanwhile, a few traders take the opportunity to set up shop, opening their wagons and calling their wares to the spectators
gathered. Drudges make their way out from the caverns with juice and klah.. Ahhh... Refreshments!

From the sidelines fans can be heard shouting. "Hey Squaln you're so fine, you're so fine you blow my mind, Hey Squaln!" Is sung out so
that captain of Team Demoltion can here. With the first goal made this crowd offers a huge whoop with the added applause.

Oliana is soon politely interested. At least, that's what she's trying to appear as. On occasion, she claps a little harder or whoops a little
louder--the baker starting to loosen up, perhaps? "Gooo, Kh'ryn!" she finally calls to the only player that she now recognizes. Her shout
taken up heartily by the guy with the tunic. But her enjoyment is cut short by the racket from the dragons and the crowd, so that she
presses against her ears briefly before taking up her cheering again.

Whiiiine. Lylia lets out a little pout, flouncing back towards Kh'ryn. "I rather think I don't like them," she announces, still sulking before
eyeing Lis. She'll get them, right? Right. And they'll get the next one. And the one after that. And after that.

Lis aims a vicious swing at Kariel's sensitive man bits, calling him something that's not repeatable in polite company. "And watch where
you're going, next time! Sheesh." She rolls out of the pile, slowly getting to her feet just as they score. "Shards!"

Squaln reaches the goal line with Daniri and slows to a stop. First blood! Just like he said they'd do! Hearing the cheering of The
Demolitioners at the other end of the field, he then high fives Daniri. "WOO!" he says, grinning at Daniri right afterwards. "Good job!"
Hearing more cheering, Sqa picks up Daniri and twirls her around before setting her back down. "Alright, let's go!" He then jogs back to the
rest of the team.

As she crosses the line, Daniri screams out something and spikes the ball. "Yeaaaaah!" Then, fearing being looked on as a braggart, she
catches the ball as it bounces back up and looks at Kh'ryn and Squaln. "Now what?" She doesn't know how to put the ball back in play.
Woooaah! She yelps as Squaln picks her up and spins her.

"I'm fi-iiiii!" Lis makes contact, and Kare huddles in a fetal position for a moment... he /was/ fine. "Shardit, Lis!" the pained Healerman
squeaks. That's not even right. He proceeds to roll around in the dirt for a minute... regaining self composure. Sharding Lis. Sharding
female. "I was just trying to get the ballll..." And now she certainly got his for the effort.

Sinead jumps slightly. "Woo! Good job guys!" And with that she's back in a ready position, prepared to take on the opposing team.
Though the guard does offer a snicker as she watches Kariel get thwaped a bit. "Kare, be careful, Fy wouldn't like you to be all beaten up,"
not that she actually knows this.

A member of the crowd comes out to act as ref, seeing that Kh'ryn's too busy helping up his two teamates for the moment. The bluerider
nods in relief to the older man, who promptly takes control of the ball and calls for the teamates to get positioned. Two fingers in mouth,
and the ball is tossed upwards. So, it's more like soccer than football, but who cares! Just tackle, score, and have fun!

"Yah!" B'ane yells to his squad from the opposite side of the playing ground. He's actually getting into this and low and behold so is
Aboleoth. Well, sort of. Not forgetting his mission, however, the weyrling remains on guard against anything that comes too close for
comfort. Think wall.

Oliana goes home.

Daniri decides to go out for the pass again. She doesn't want to make all the scores for her team, but she doesn't weight enough to make
very efficient tackles. She does, however, stay a bit closer this time in case she is needed for blocking.

Lis snorts at Kariel, oblivious to the fact that he's on her team too. "Yeah, well, y'shouldt'a stepped on me." Grunting to herself, the
greenrider squats in her best linebacker fashion, ready to slam into anyone who tries to get the ball from her /this/ time. It's personal.

"Alright, Demolitoners! Assemble!" Squaln yells for his team. Huddling around again, he breathes hard now. Out of breath? Nah. He's just
getting started! "Great job, team! Let's do it all over again." Clapping his hands once, he grabs hold of the ball and gets ready to start the
play...

Kariel stumbles to his feet, walking with a bit of an odd, bowlegged gait... still pouting. This isn't faiiiir. This wasn't in his contract. And
there are apparently no cups on Pern. Whine. "Let's just play." Kare grumbles, glaring at Lis... well, this will make running an interesting
feat.

Sinead grins. "We haven't even gotten dirt yet," she states, more to B'ane then anyone else. "Come on guys, don't make it so easy on
us," she calls to the opposing team, known as Retch.

Kh'ryn patpats Lylia as he passes, nodding his agreement. "Aye.. I don't like'em all that much either.. scoring like that," he jokes back.
Now, seeing that Team Demolition has the ball, Team Retch has to do double duty to catch up. "Get him!" he then yells, running himself
after Squalny, ready to do some damage if he must...

"We'll get 'em. Rooooowr," Lylia offers a cute little growl, prancing and bouncing around as she puts on her 'mean face', ready to get into
more action. Rooooowr!

Looking around and seeing all of the players in original position, Squaln nods and grips the ball tightly. He then blinks and yells,
"OFFENSE!" That's they're cue to run forward. Blue eyes scan for an open player and he sees players lunging at him. Quickly, he throws
the ball to Daniri again..

Kh'ryn doesn't notice the toss of the ball from the other team's captain to Daniri.. He continues forward, running directly into Squaln with
what force he can muster. And that's a bit of force, I tell ya, with all the extra workouts the bluerider's been putting in. Sexy and Strong!

Seilyn pulls in with her team and assembles herself, rolling her hoody's sleeves up to her elbows which is a little dusty and marred from
her tackle. One foot is put a little further up on the field than the other, bracing herself. Her little chest is rising and lowering a little heavily
after her hard run after Lis and her eyes are burning with energy and love of the game. As Khory charges, Seilyn is off like a firelizard
around greenrider, weyrhealer, bluerider and brownrider. "Dani! Pass here!" she calls back, turning her shoulders back towards the
Keroonian.

Daniri acks and reaches out to grab the ball. She's still a bit tired from her last run, though. Sinead and B'ane are defense, so that
leaves...on a snap decision, she leans back and throws the ball to Seilyn, shifting her weight to put all her force into the throw.

Sinead grins as she watches her team run with the ball. "Go Demolition!" She shouts out as loud as she can while she watches the ball
and the other team, she doesn't intend to let them get the ball.

Lis growls ferally and backs up Kh'ryn, so keen on watching the ball that she doesn't notice that the bluerider has /stopped/, and so, with
her momentum, she ends up falling forward onto the boys. "Eek!" At least she's squishy?

Seconds after the ball is thrown, Squaln barely has enough time to think and react to Kh'ryn's charge and tackle. Getting hit square in the
chest and plummeting backwards, the herder lands on his back and in the mud; along with the bluerider of course. Naturally, the wind has
been knocked out of him and he just lies there for a moment. He'd breathe if he could. Sputter.

Kariel has the eyes of a tiger! And balls of steel! Really. Eyes lock onto the ball and, like a cat watching someone wave a hand in front of
their face, eyes meander from side to side before he darts towards Seilyn to try and intercept. Being that most of his team is in a pile.
Meep. "I got ittttt!" Or at least, he's attempting.

B'ane accepts someone's offer for a drink of water that happens to be scurrying along the sidelines and downs the cool liquid in one gulp,
some of it trickling down his chin and neck. His firelizards drop a white rag from which the weyrling utilizes to mop the sweat of his brow.
Giving the cloth back to someone's talons, an abrupt thanks follows their retreating forms and to the waterbearer. Alrighty, the Terminator's
pumped and ready. Hasta la vista, baby!

Shouts and hollars come from the sidelines, a whole group of people dancing and cheering for Team Retch while another group is doing
the same for Team Demolition. One head-cheerleader assembles his fanclub. "Who are we?!" The rest reply with, "Retch! Retch!" Captain
again. "What are they?!" Team. "Dead! Dead!"

"Go Kare!" And Lylia dashes after the healer, heading a bit to the outside, but always ready to pounce upon any enclosing on her
teammate. Gotta knock 'em over, after all. Whee! And those slender legs runrunrun, darting too and fro. Heehee. She zooms a little closer,
eyeing the other team sharply. Get near, and get tackled. She'll protect the girly man.

Retch's team isn't the only one who's getting cheer. "B'ane, B'ane you're so fine..." Seems this must be a squad for the guys huh?

Daniri makes a face at the cheerleaders for the other team. She doesn't particularly like the idea of being dead. No, no she doesn't. And
that's why she's running straight for Seilyn and Kariel, to try to tackle Kariel so he can't intercept. Yup, she's smart.

Kh'ryn only half hears the cheers being given in his team's honor, because the rest of his head is stuck under Lis' ... Breast? Well, it sure
feels soft and cushiony.. Ahem. Meanwhile, he /tries/ to shift when he recalls that there's another person stuck /under/ him. "Sorry..
Squaln.." he wheezes, realizing that the pain in his side isn't from normal tackling. Ouch, that hurts!

Ciera walks in.

Seilyn watches the ball, intensely, and lets out a battle cry as the ball slips so finely into Kariel's hands. Arms outstretched and ready to
grab hold of Kariel's legs and tear him down like she did Lis, Seilyn launches! Kariel's a whole lot bigger than Lis, thought, and he's got a
whole lot more muscle and weight than the greenrider. Will Killer only slow him down or will she even miss the weyrhealer entirely?

Sinead eeks. "Squaln, you alright?" She enquires from her place, but then she see's Kariel get the ball and quickly moves to a ready
stance, ready to take the healer down.

Demolition groupies huddle together and begin clapping their hands and stomping their feet, chanting, "Brr! It's cold in here! There must be
some Demo's in the atmosphere!"

Daniri reaches Kariel and whoops as she dives forward, straight for the Healer's stomach, arms spread wide. Hopefully, with her force from
the front and Seilyn's from the back, he'll fall backwards. If she makes it. Hopes he won't dodge. That might hurt if he does.

"Sorry Kh'ryn," Lis apologizes plaintively, rolling off the bluerider with a fair collection of mud pasting up her body creatively. "Go Kariel!"
she shrills, cheering on the Healer as she's too lazy to pick off the girls hanging on him. He usually enjoys it anyhow, the cad.

Squaln nods repeatedly as Kh'ryn apologizes, not being able to speak from the loss of air knocked from him. Wheeze. When the rider
doesn't pin him anymore, the herder rolls onto his stomach and pushes himself up with his arms. Hack. What a tackle! Sqa then gets
some energy and springs to his feet once again. He was down, and now he's up! Eyes try to focus on what's going on now.

Sinead makes a dash forward, not seeing Sy and Dani making the dash for Kariel, so she does the same and makes a jump for him. Yes,
she intends to stop the ball from getting anywhere.

Kariel is caught by Seilyn around his right leg! But with the skills only the father of a nearly 4 turn old daughter can possess, he continues
to head forth... dragging Seilyn along behind him. Must. Make. It. Further. Must. Keep. Going. Drag. Drag. Ball is tucked under his right
arm and he heroically makes efforts towards tht line down yonder... until he's pummelled by both Miria and Sinead, causing him to
crumple to the ground... but he keeps the ball. under his arm. Unlike Lis. Ha. "Now now, ladies, there's enough of me for all..." he
confides, cackling from beneath them...

Esmeyath drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.
Zeja slides from Esmeyath's neck and lands gently on the ground.

Daniri blinks up at Kariel in surprise and outrage. How dare he still be standing? Well, not for long. She lets go and thinks. Well, no one
said anything about rules against stealing. So instead of tackling again, she grabs the ball and starts tugging, trying to pull it away from
Kare.

Kh'ryn accepts the apology from Lis, and gets up, limping slightly towards the sidelines. Seems like his healer is gonna need a bit of
healing too, at the moment, being crushed under the bodies of the other team's members. At the ref's whistle, he realizes that Team Retch
still has possesion though! Woohoo for us! After moving off, he decides that there's gonna have to be a bit of a team shuffle, if they intend
to keep playing. "We're gonna need to move some players around," he calls from his seat, where a healer journeywoman is checking his
bruised ribs. Hee hee.. that tickles.

Ellianna steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Sinead is trying to get the ball away from the healer. "Come on Kare, yah know you love us," well, probably not, but anyway. "Just let the
ball go, and no one will get hurt."

Lis keeps Kh'ryn company as he's taken off the field in the solemn service of her own incompetence. "Poor thing... I think I'm less
dangerous /out/ of the game..."

Seilyn laughs in the pile of Dani, Kar and Neadness which she's a part of as Kariel's comment arrives. She's a little bruised up and she
pampers a small cut on her forearm for a few moments once she's wriggled her way out of the pile. She remembers herself and dives in for
the ball with Daniri. "Raaawwrrr!!"

Lis has disconnected.

Lylia skitters over to Kariel, howling as she squeaks into the mob. "Don't you /dare/ give up that ball, Kare! Or... you'll be sorry!" She'll bite.
Or something. Sulk.

The referee's made his call. And thus, rolling up from amidst the ladies, Kare makes his bruised but not defeated way from in the middle of
the pils, bonking each lightly atop the head with the ball. Haha. "Rar." He is manly.

B'ane paces around cagily, booted feet leaving deep imprints within the mud in his wake. Focusing on the location of the ball, currently
under a mass of bodies, the rider offers some encouragement. "Good, keep it up team." Slamming his hands together thrice, he notices
the landing of Esmeyath and soundly nods to the pair with a brief wave. Back to the game..

The Ref calls for everyone to assemble, so he can trade team's players. Reaching down, /he's/ the one who take the ball from Kariel.
"Sinead, to Team Retch," calls the older man, and a happy bystander evens out the teams. There, now we're ready to play again.. A sharp
whistle, and back into the air goes the ball!

GAME ON!

Sinead hits the ground in none too nice manner. "Kare-bear," she states a she stands up, waiting to see who'll go where now. A chuckle
is offered to the others who helped tackle the healer. "Nice try guys," she states as she peers down at her uniform. Uh oh, what's this?
The anihalator is on the Team Retch? Skin time, and she peels off her blouse, revealing her darling black bikini top.

Daniri grumbles. Well, back into position. There's the pitch...er...toss...and Daniri's off! Yes, she likes to run, and she's got her energy
back. Run run run, as fast she can, she'll catch the ball, she's a Demolition wo-man! Yaaay!

The groupie who had the comment about Kh'ryn's hunkness turns his tunic around and writes with mud 'Take down Kariel!'. A girl glares at
him and he shrugs, "He's getting all the girls..."

Kh'ryn watches as Sinead gets handed to Team Retch. "Let's get some points!" he calls from his seat at the sidelines, no seriously
injured, but told to take it easy for the next bit. He gets comfortable, leaning on Lis and her soft.. shoulders.. Hey, if she could do this
kinda damage, she can comfort him afterwards too. Only fair.

Ciera emerges from the caverns, squinting with the change of light, and stops dead, one eyebrow slowly creeping up as she sights the
mass of half-dressed, muddy people. With a ball. Lis isn't exactly a surprise, but honestly, is it contagious or something?

Zeja swiftly dismounts, grinning as her eyes look toward the game. She meeps slightly, chuckling before waggling her fingers back toward
B'ane as she leans against her lifemate. "Goooo B'ane! Oooh. A gooo Squaallie!" The greenrider turns to the accompanying
weyrlingmaster. "I hope they're on the same team, 'caise if not, I'm gonna feel kinda silly."

Squaln shakes his head to rid his blurry vision and hears the ref's whistle as well. He shall not waver, he shall not falter. Rawr! Nodding to
his teammates, the herder assembles with them all. "C'mon team, hussle!" he says in a gruff voice. His breathing is regulated now. Thank
Faranth. Beam. Game on!

Ebony-laced forest green shoulder lowers to allow Zeja to slip toward Esmeyath's neck and settle between two neckridges.
Esmeyath goes home.

Sinead scrunches down into her accustomed position on the opposite side of the bowl she prepares to take down the other team,
specifically, Squallny, yes, she will have Squaln.

Kariel nabs the bal back from the ref, cocky now... lookit here. Oh yeah. Kept the ball. "C;mon, guys! You ready?" Goooo Team Retch.
Oh yeah. Standing at the line where he got tackled, he preps... before spiraling the ball into the air ever so perfectly. He's good. You know
it. Really. And then launches himself down field.

Seilyn growls and turns up some dirt with her feet as she prepares to protect Squaln. Oh, her star quatreback /will/ get that ball! "Run,
Squaln!" She's probably not going to be able to keep Sinead from Squaln for very long but hey, any delay is a good delay.

Daniri runs to intercept the ball...but trips. Oof. Down she goes. Shaking her head as she gets, she mutters to herself and starts off again,
now faaar behind. Too behind. No way she'll get it. Dangit.

Squaln follows the ball with his eyes briefly and bolts down the field. Head looks up every now and then to see where the ball is going. He
chases. Runs. Fast. That ball is his! Mwahaha! The herder continues to sprint and watches the ball as it descends toward him...

Lylia dashes after Kariel, letting out little s'quee' noises. Look! She's chasing the ball! Lookie! And the brownrider's arms are flailing as she
makes a surprisingly quick run across the bowl. Bounce, bounce.

The unknown extra player on Team Retch rushes back, close to the goal posts, only to be hollored at by Kh'ryn that "You're going the
wrong way!" Oops.. How silly of him. With a chuckle, and a blush, the replacement player begins heading through the crowd of players,
trying not to be toppled or tackled...

B'ane leans forward, hands on his thigh with a lethal aspect plastered to his face. It's all up to him now, for he's the sole defender. Oh, the
ball is heading this way! Kariel's aim is true, but here come fellow teamies barreling down the field to rebound. Getting into position to
catch the ball if need be, B'ane stands as back up.

Sinead watches as the opposing team makes it's way towards the ball, Eady's ready to run for the person who catches, team dependant.
A small chuckle is ellictited as she shifts into a position that would allow for a quick take off.

From the stands comes more cheers, catcalls, and whooop's, the latest ones revolving around that seshay brownrider Lylia. "She's hot,
she's sweet. Hey, ain't she neat? She rides a brown, can turn you 'round, and flip you on your seat! Yay, Lylia!"

Seilyn comes tearing down the field after Sinead. Who cares that she hasn't taken off towards Squaln yet? The threat is there and Little
Killer cheerily yips 'Weeeeeeeee!' as she launches herself at the Guard Recruit, completely /flying/ through the air with that launch. She
might just be a little runt of a StarCrafter but Seilyn's getting pretty rough in this game.

Sinead chuckles and dashes off to the side of Seilyn. "Sorry dear, try again later," and with that she's back to her take off poition.

Squaln bolts down the field and watches the ball as it comes closer and closer still. As it comes, he catches! Spinning on a dime, he
starts to blitz down towards the opposite end of the field. Woot! Is that the crowd roaring? The herder runs, and runs..

Lylia flaunts. A lot. The swell of cheers puts her in a rather good mood, flashing a beam at her supporters as she shakes that seat o' hers
and bounces after Squaln. Bounce, bounce, bounce. Rawr! That's /her/ ball! No! Hers! And the rider gives chase.

Sinead offers a shake of her head. "NO way Squallny!" she shouts and dashes off after the herder, heading straight for a head on
collission. Closer, closer, and she leaps! "Hi Squaln," she shouts.

Daniri pushes harder, picking up speed, and manages to close in on Squaln. Her eyes dart forward, back, left, right, looking for someone
on the other team to tackle. Oooh, Lylia! She doesn't do anything just yet, but begins to formulate her ideas.

Ellianna finds a spot out of the way and sits tto watch the others play. She tilts her head trying to figure out the rules of the game. With a
sigh she resigns herself to just watching the action without really understanding who might be winning or loosing.

A random greendragon sets off a chain reaction of bugles and rumbles amongst the dragon-types, talons scratching against the rough
rock surface of the Bowl. Firelizards join in and soon the entire dancing, hooting and rumbling winged-types sound more like a very chic,
chic cheer than a bunch of noisy cheering creatures.

Squaln continues to race down the field, eyes darting here and there, watching for any unsuspected tacklers. He's going, going... aaand...
BAM! Sinead collides with him, in which he stumbles a few steps. Must.. hold on.. to.. the.. ball! It's no use. He fumbles and the ball
bounces onto the ground and he falls completely off balance. It's fair play now..

Daniri leaps forward. "Here I come, baaallll!" And remembers Lylia. But she's behind. She pounces and snatches up the ball. She took too
long, though, and as she starts running again she prepares herself for the tackle which undoubtedly will come.

B'ane advances, the sight of the free ball a lure that must be desposed of. The Istan sprints, legs pumping like a runner in full flight and
manages to halt just behind Daniri without a collision if she decides to pass on the ball to an open member.

Seilyn goes flying into a mud puddle of mostly water, shaking off some access water before darting after Sinead again and launching
herself at the Squaln-Sinead pair. "Here I come!" Boing!

Cadgwith drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Kh'ryn watches the events from the sidelines, laughing at the tackles, which in turn causes him to wince and hold his poor ribs. Ouch..
Tee hee. "Get Daniri!" he yells to his team members, hoping that whoever tackles the young teen won't seriously do the girl damage!

Ellianna gasps at the tackle and puts her hands over her eyes even as she peeks in between her fingers. She claps her hands a little for
B'ane's well executed stop but then a small "Eeep" Escapes as Seilyn adds to the pile up. Her hands are quickly replaced over her eyes
with her fingers situated so she can still se most of what is going on.

Sinead was just standing up when she got smacked, taking her down, yet again, and adding a bit of pain to her. "Oy, Sei," she offers from
her place. "Nice tackle," she adds.

Squaln grunts as people land on him in a pile. Seilyn comes bouncing along and joins in of the mosh pit too. Facepalm. Not /him/! He
can't help but laugh at this, and he does. Captain he may be and he's practically roaring as he lay on his back, laughing heartily.

Fiareth drops in from above, landing with a light *thud*.

Clinging to the crags of Cadgwith's neck, Pyrene meets Cadge in the Central Bowl, intentionally to make a quick flight to her weyr. The
dragon is arrested however by the goings on, her head looming over the players and eyes flashing as she tries to make it out. Pyrene is
only missing out on nursing Pidgery, so she's happy enough to sit up and out of the way until she figures out what's going on.

Kariel is here! Really. And he pulls his own new, improved, special candy cane measure.... long legs carrying him past Daniri and then a
quick U-turn back at her... and, being the gentleman he is, he can't help but not hurt the poor little Daniri. So, instead, he grabs her by the
waist and slings her over his shoulder, running toward the line to score for /his/ team. Legal, right?

"Meeeeeee!" Lylia squeals, lunging forward with a definite lack of feline grace, pouncing towards the ball... But whoops, looks like Daniri
got there first, and the brownrider ends up falling to the wayside as Kariel picks her up. The rider
cracks up, watching Kare with an amused look before scrabbling back to her feet. Roooowr! Go team!

The sideline Demo-groupies once again begin their roaring! It's /The Chop/ time! A Retch groupie stares at the Demo's and suddenly
breaks out. "What on Pern are you all /doing/?! Bunch of wherries... Yeesh..." The Demo-groupies just fidget for a bit before dancing
around again!

Daniri blinks. Hey, wait! He can't do this! Unable to throw the ball from her position (not like anyone is open anyway) she instead starts
pounding Kariel's back. "Put me down!"

The cheerers along the sidelines go wild, making a loud, hurling sound, in honour of Team Retch's score! My, doesn't that sound..
appetizing?!?

B'ane ack's at the unusual measure and realizes that his job is to stop those two! Gathering his arms in a running posture, he charges
Kariel, who happens to be at least slightly hampered down by the weight of the girl. Leap! "Throw me the ball!" He calls, if he can't stop
them, then at least the ball can possibly be freed.

From Fiareth's neck, E'an scowls. "No! Don't ask /me/ what we're doing here! You're the one--" Pause. "I did not! How would I know what's
happening halfway across Pern, if it weren't for you?" Pause. "Firelizards? Scorch firelizards! A firelizard couldn't tell me anything on its
life." Muttering, E'an attempts to work his various buckles undone. "Its no fun in the cold, anyhow. Ista's better. Never any snow." Nod.
Fiareth drops a foreleg, craning neck to watch E'an dismount.

Seilyn cackles maniacly from her perch atop Squaln and Sinead. "Me! I did it!" Big ol' grin. Sinead is giggled at and she leans in to deliver
an adorible butterfly kiss to the Guard Recruit's cheek. "Thanks, Sine. You too, good tackle." Seil beams brightly and leans over to give
her team captain a good look over. "How you holdin' up down there, Squaln? Ready to take down some Retch hide?" she smirks as she
dismounts from the pile.

Sinead winces slightly as she stands. "You added the first few bruises to Sei," she notes as she makes her way over to the sidelines to
watch the game. "And you took me out, good job," grin, she's proud of the girl.

Ciera has disconnected.

Squaln is laughing really hard as he still lay on the ground, unable to get up and function correctly. He's having too much doing this!
Rolling onto his stomach, he head lifts and he can see a few players through watery eyes. Ok, he's literally rolling on the ground laughing.
Seilyn is just laughed at in response to her query..

Daniri struggles to get into a position to throw the ball to B'ane. She pushes up, trying to take the ball back so she can throw it, and gets
very mad when she realizes she can't. Grarg. She'll get him!...as soon as he puts her down.

Kariel is the champion, mah friiiiiiends. With the ball-toting Daniri slung over his shoulder, he acks at the sight of B'ane and dodges...
making sure little bit still has the ball, he crosses the line with a triumphant roar. Apprentice is grabbd sturdily with one hand on her back
and one beneath her knees as KAre lifts her above his head... but doesn't spike her. Promise. That whole 'do no harm' thing. Instead, he
swoops her down into a cradled position in her arm, kisses her forehead and winks before setting her on the ground. "Thanks, kid." Snerk.

Clinging to the crags of Cadgwith's neck, Pyrene mutters something about weyrbrats and people who should know better. Cadgwith
croons idly, bemusedly. It's /interesting/. She's getting the hang of this now. Somebody grabs an object that is not ball-shaped but is
called a ball anyway, and everybody else tries to kill him or her. She hasn't quite grasped the point yet, but she's sure there must be one.
Mustn't there?

Fihall grimaces as he catches sight of the very involved game of football. As he has some sort of reguard for his own well being, he takes
his post on the sidelines and offers the appropriate huzzah and ooh when needed.

Sinead chuckles and offers a wave upwards to Pyrene. "Hey Py! Hey Cadge!" She offers before she turns to her cheering. "Go Demolition!"
Ahem, yes wrong team, right?

Ellianna giggles from behind her hands as Daniri is picked up. "Is that supposed to happen?" She asks of no one in particular. Her eyes
get wide as Kariel lifts the girl above his head. "Oh I could never play /this/ game." She shudders as she continues to watch with morbid
curiosity.

Noticing that the other team has scored, Squaln attempts to get up again. He still snickers sporadically every now and then as he
staggers. "Woooo!" he finally says, clapping his hands a few times. The captain then begins to jog back to his teammates with a grand
smile. "Good try guys! We'll get 'em on this next play.."

Daniri pouts and as she turns away mutters something sinister that sounds a bit like, "You'd better watch out...I'm taking you /down/..."
before going over to her teammates. "Sorry, guys. I'll just /drop/ it next time he tries that."

Kh'ryn whoops some more from his spot, jumping to his feet and dancing at the score. As Sinead gets hurt, he decides that his ache in
his side is much better, because a bruise is just a bruise.. and he's had worse. Not like he sprained his ankle or anything. And so, the
bluerider goes back into the melee, high five'ing his teamates, before congratulating Kariel on a job well done. "Hey Daniri," he teases,
"Want to join /our/ team?" Grin. Now.. Where's that ball?

B'ane mentally growls at his misfortune, but fervently vows that that play won't happen again. Abandoning his 'defense only' approach, he
settles onto a B'ane-of-all-trades. Alright, it's a stalemate and is now anyone's game. "Well win this yet," he foretells Daniri and all else.

The Ref even laughs at this tactic, though he was chosen for his unbiased opinions.. Taking the ball, he heads to the center field, ready for
the final, tiebreaking match!

Seilyn reaches down to pat Squaln's head, affectioantely. "I'll take it you're ready." Little Killer shakes her dulling blue-dyed head, cackling
at Daniri's sudden switch from the team to become the porcine ball. "Alright, guys! Now's time for the tiebreaker... and we're gonna
/whoop/ some serious Retch /butt/!" you see Seily. You see Seilyn dance. You see Seily wiggly that hardy-there tooshie of hers. Idea
strikes and she waddles quickly towards Squaln once more. "Squaln! Group-huddly thing time! Group-huddly thing time!"

Pyrene *looks cute. Because I don't have the faintest idea what's happening, I get to choose who wins. Can Kh'ryn and Squaln each pick a
number between 1 and 5? Closest to the one I'm thinking of (practise your ESP!) wins.

Daniri moves quickly to get in the huddle, still dark-faced about such undignified usage of her size.

Squaln assembles with the rest of his team and blinks when Seilyn calls the shot. Nodding he yells, "Ok team! Huddle!" As the team
gathers 'round, the herder crouches down. "Alright, we've got one play left and this will decide who goes home a winner, and who goes
home a loser. If we lose, it's all right. We had a blast right?" The Demo-captain then glances at Seilyn. "Anything to add, killer?" Grin.

Lylia skulks, still hopping foot-to-foot, despite the sweat that's begun to collect on her forehead and drip down her chest and neck. "We're
gonna /win/," the rider growls, flouncing towards Kh'ryn with a smirk. She'll /get/ someone this time. Just watch. She /will/.

E'an just shuffles over to a crowd - body heat! - and sticks himself in, muttering under his breath all the while, eyeing the sport at hand.
"What's the point of /this/?" the greenrider asks with a frown, awaiting an answer from the nearest person to him. "It looks stupid to me.
With a... a.. well, weird-shaped thingy. And jumping on people." A whole load of foolishnes, really.

Sinead offers a wave towards Fy as she sits in her black bikini top, having not yet grabbed her shirt or jacket. "Heya Fy!" She calls out
over the noise and the cheers.

Kariel looks around to see who of his team is even left. They're droppin' like flies, I tell ya. Kh'ryn's re-entrance is noticed and he jogs over
toward him, nodding in appreciation at the con gratulation, then looking to that nicely forming bruise on Kh'ryn's chest. "You sure you're up
to playing?" he queries, Healeristic nature blossoming...

Kh'ryn huddles together his remaining teammates on the other side of the bowl. "Good move Kariel.. And nice tackling too Sinead. Now,
Lylia, you're gonna have to take down more than a few people this run... Are you ready for that?" He certainly hopes so. . . "However, this
time, leave Squalny to me, alright?" He may be bruised, and a little blushy, but that's not gonna stop him from playing this last round. A
nod to the healer, and he replies, "Ayup.. Just a bruise.. Really!" Zylph has given his worse aches and pains by simply headbutting him!
Still, Lis did a pretty good job...

Seilyn doesn't bother crouching down since everyone bent over is at eye-level to her at this point in time. "Alright, team!" she shouts to get
all attention on her. Her voice drops a bit. "We really gotta trick them on this one..." The rest turns into muttering amongst the team
members...

Saunter saunter...Fyria saunters into...well, a large group of sweaty-looking people, at that. What's all this? She blinks around a bit -
rather approvingly at that. It -is- a nice view...then blinks at her name. "Eady? What in Faranth's name is going on?" Shooing Monaco off to
join the otther flits, she wanders over, eyes still wide. "And why is Kariel running around shirtless, yet no one sent a flit for me!?" Grin.

Cadgwith fans her wings and creels resoundingly. The atmosphere must be getting to her. Faranth only knows who she's cheering for,
since she still hasn't grasped the concept of separate teams.

"Ready for anything, just give me the /chance/." Lylia again bounces in place, turning towards the other team and sticking her tongue out
in a decidedly immature move. But she doesn't care. "I'll take 'em all down for ya, if y'want." And then some. She can take down the
spectators, too. TACKLE!

B'ane gets his mind set on winning this shindig and falls in the cluster of his team. Nodding at the direct comments, questions and
suggested gameplays offered from the ensemblage, he inputs his two cents for the last strategy that will determine their fate. Well, for
today anyway.

Stomps and claps begin to fill the weyr's bowl, as the cheerleaders start up a rocking tune of "We will, we will tackle you!" Stomp stomp
clap. Stomp stomp clap. It continues around the playing field, until the whole bowl is echoing the cheers and hollers, along with the
thrumming noise of many booted feet pounding the ground. Even a few dragons get involved, shaking the ground with their additions.

Ellianna looks around wondering if the game is over. Everyone stopped running and jumping and hitting. "Is it over?" She mumbles to
herself. Letting her hands drop from her cheeks where they were hovering just in case of another collision.

Daniri moves into position, again. She'd like to go straight for Kare, but she's best at running so she'll go out for the pass again, and /no/
one is picking her up if she gets the ball! Nope. She'll be wiiiide open.

Ref blows his whistle again, those two fingers in his mouth making a shrill enough sound to climb /over/ the noise of the cheering fans.
Count of three, and ... Boom! Up goes the ball.

GAME ON!

Daniri races out towards the goal line, as always, making ready for a pass. Counting on someone to throw her the ball.

Squaln nods and stands up with the rest of the Demolitioners. Woot! This is the finale! The /last/ play. Mwahaha. Sqa then returns and
assembles with the rest of his teammates, taking position. Alright, it's do or die. Evillness. Game on!? Not having much time to react, he
lunges for the ball...

B'ane latches his fingers together strongly and provides a suitable prop for a little someone. As soon as the person's ready and loaded, he
heaves and the dainty figure hurls into the air to her target: The Ball. "Go!"

"If you say so, Kh'ryn..." Kare murmurs, still a bit worried, but letting the man make his own decisions... Fyria is noted suddenly amidst
the crowd as he beams toward her, waving heartily and flexing for her benefit... before hearing the whistle. Ack! Game. He gallops toward
the center line, ready to play... waving ever so sweetly to little Daniri. Sorry about thart whole picking you up thing, don't you know.

Sinead makes her way onto the field again, taking over fore Lis. "Hey, nice to be back," and she's ready to go, watching as the ball, and
the people.

Lylia squeals and takes off, darting towards the ball, practically skipping every few steps as she starts breathing heavily, eyes focused
more on the soaring ball than anyone who might get in her way. Raaaaaaaaawr! "Squeeeeeeee!"

Kh'ryn doesn't do much tackling this time around, seeing how his poor ribs did get a tad bruised the last time. However, he does slide in
and out of the rushing players, keeping an eye on the ball and making sure it doesn't get out of sight. Never know when he'll need to rush
in and grab it...

Daniri yells, "Go Demolition!" as she is launched up into the air...towards the ball.../over/ the ball...oops. She stretches her legs out and
manages to snag it between them, unfortunately spinning around and landing on the field on her back. Owch. She manages to get the ball
into her hands and looks around for an open teammate.

Ellianna jumps at the loud whistle that is so different from the noise of the crowd. Her mouth widens in an O shape as the people start to
run again. Daniri being thrust into the air causes Ellianna's hands to come up towards her face again. "I can't watch!" She gasps even
though the gaps between her fingers give away her interest in what is happening.

Fyria crosses her arms and simply shakes her head amusedly, a large grin on her face. An idea dawns - she turns around and grabs two
errant brightly coloured shirts from the ground - her 'poms' - and begins to cheer on teh sidelines, waving her arms like, well, a cheerleader.
"Woooohoo!! Go get'em...knock 'em dead!!" Jump, jump, wiggle, shimmy...she can even do splits if asked nicely.

Seilyn darts between the rush, around Lylia and passes Kh'ryn on her way. "Dani!" she screams, leaping in the air, arms open. This little
tot is ready to play some serious football and if anyone's going to stop her, she's going to put up one electric fight! "Let's get 'em, ladies!"
Yes, that applies for B'ane and Squaln too. They're the handsome ladies though, and the groupies show that with their chants.

B'ane weaves his way through the occupants of the field, attempting to follow any known path to the opposite endzone and when no path
is to be found, he makes one. Glancing quickly to his left and right, he dashes backwards for a bit to view the opposition and then faces
forward once more. He's open as are a couple others of his respective team.

Squaln sees Daniri grab hold of the ball and launches towards her for her protection. Then Seilyn comes out of no where and grabs hold of
the ball and he continues to run after her. Seeing how she can't run too awful fast, the herder scoops her up into his arms, pauses, and
gives her a piggy back ride down the field. The lad runs as fast as he can, down the field, with her on his back... Woot!

Sinead chuckles and watches her old team go. "Go Demo!" slips out before she catches herself and returns to playing her part for the
Retch team.

Daniri guesses she threw the ball to Seilyn, then, though she doesn't remember it. It could be because of her fall. Her back will be sore for
a week. She painfully climbs to her feet and starts running/limping downfield after her teammates.

From Dire Image's back, Sikkyen heels Dire into a slow lope - not much faster, considering he's bareback, having just finished up with
chores. The stablehand pauses. Okay. Chaos has apparently hit 'Reaches. Dire stares at them just as much as Sik does; silver'd eyes
follow Seily's movements, and he's roaring with laughter even though he hasn't a clue what's going on. It /looks/ comic, just for the few
moment's he's been watching.

Kh'ryn waggles his finger at Sinead as he passes her by. "No go demo," he shouts, grinning at her and then sticking out his tongue. "Why
don't you try and stop 'em?" he asks, before leaving the young guard recruit in his dust, as he tears after the pair himself. If you want
something done, may's well do it yourself.. Right? Though, he does motion for the rest of the team to help him up. Let's gang up on them!

B'ane alters his course to join Seilyn, still wary of any present adversaries. Adhereing strictly to the plan for now, lest something drastic
happens, he clears the road for Seilyn and anyone else. "Move or be moved." He whispers to the wind, the backup of fans adding to his
surge of adrenaline.

And the chugchugchugging of Lylia finally pays off as she squeals and darts forward, gleeful cackling escaping as the brownrider closes in
on her target: Squaln. With a high-pitched battle shriek, the rider throws herself at Squaln, wrapping her arms around his waist.
RAAAAWR! Mine!

Seilyn is running, running... not running?! She screams excitedly as Cap'n Squaln takes hold of her. "Wooo! Let's go, Demo!" Porcine ball
clenched tightly against her with one arm, Seily clings to Squaln's shirt with the other, making sure not to strangle him in her effort to limit
the work Squaln has to do.

Ellianna finally spots someone she remembers in the game. The flash of blue hair darting in and out of the mass of sweaty bodies. Now
she has someone to watch and even cheer for if she gets the ball. "Go Seilyn! Get the ball and run!" She cheers as she sees the only
person she knows with the ball. "Yeah!

Sinead errs and watches Sei make a break for it. "Heya Killer!" She hollers as she dashes after the girl, trying to ensure that she doesn't
score.

Squaln runs with Seilyn up on his back, and out of /no/where/, he gets tackled by Lylia. Oof! He plummets to the ground and Seilyn -- who
holds the ball -- gets hurled ahead of them both. Sqa lands flat on his front side with a brownrider on his back. "Go Sei! RUN!" he yells.
"B'ane will cover you!" And, alas, the herder is down.

From Dire Image's back, Sikkyen drops the reins, hefts himself to stand up on Dire's back, and hollers for SeilyBebbe. Though his yells of
encouragement are nearly indistinguishable, something's heard about -- showing 'em about what blue hair's about? Who knows.
"RUNRUNRUNRUN--" Inhale; "/Run/!"

B'ane might cover Sei, but who's gonna cover B'ane? As Kh'ryn tears up the turf, he heads towards the other rider, motioning for Kariel to
assist. "Argggghhhh!" he yells, half out of pain from his bruise, and half battle cry. This is it, it's now or never...

Daniri sloooowwwllllyyy catches up to the others. "Run Sei! Run run run RUNRUNRUN!" She ignores her aching spine and sprints forward
to Seilyn, then takes a deep breath. She's ready for 20 yard dash! Or however far it is.

Fyria dies laughing at the antics in front of her, eyes watering. "Ohh...shards!! Wooo!...." Woo breaks off in a faintly; she can't keep up the
cheering, considering she's laughing so hard, and waves her hands as Seilyn goes screaming by. "You go girl...run run run...ooooh, look
out!! Go go go!!" She finds Kariel in the group (can't miss that blond hair of his), and breaks into another roll of laughter. "Go get'em
weyrhealer!!" Ah, she's so proud of her man.

Ellianna yelps as if it was her that got tackled. "Oh! Ouch! Get up and go Seilyn! Go Go Go!" Wow what has gotten into this shy girl? The
thrill of the moment has her up and yelling for near strangers. What a good game!

Clinging to the crags of Cadgwith's neck, Pyrene shakes her head, her plait whipping about her shoulders. "C'mon Cadge. They're all dead
now. Let's go." The dragon obliges, but even as she turns into the wind for take-off, one faceted eye whirls in continuing flummoxation at
the game. These humans are crazy.
Cadgwith goes home.

"Tackle!" Lylia manages a strangled cheer for her own manuver, remaining cheerfully atop Squaln for a moment before slowly rolling off and
stumbling to her feet. "Mrowl," she purrs chipperly, before repeating with, "Tackle!" And she's off skittering forward, stumbling slightly.
Winning is the important thing, right? Right.

Seilyn doesn't bother glancing behind her and kicks those little legs of hers into full power, darting down the Bowl as fast as she can with
the porcine ball held against her chest. Running, running, running! It's runningback Killer from the Demolition team zipping down the 'field',
screaming as she does! "I'm gonna' make it!"

Sinead continues her mad rush after after Sei, preparing to tackle the girl, just for the bruises caused to her mid-section. "Nope! You are
not getting this!" and with that she runs even faster, catching up to Sei, only to leap and grab onto her shoulders, trying to drag her down
as she does so.

B'ane turns to regard the sudden situation over his shoulder and takes up his new position without fail or objection. "Follow me!" Eyes have
no other focus but for his goal and those that may inhibit it. Kh'ryn and Kariel are coming close, one on each side. Not having much of an
option, he resorts to a last line of defense and gathers his strength. Quads tense and with a terrific leap, the rider goes sailing into the air.
The purpose? I dunno, it seemed good at the time. Landing on the ground a few paces ahead of them, he whirls around, prepared to face
the onslaught.

Daniri bellows, "Oh no ya don't!" and in total Destroyer fashion (yeah right), she grabs Sinead around the waist and plants her feet in the
ground. No one's stopping this victory!

Seilyn eep's delicately as she's thrown into dirt and as though time begins to slow down, the porcine-hide ball slips from Killer's grasp. The
girl gets scrape after scrape in the rock and mud but her dull grey eyes are glued on the ball as it bounds across the bowl, first this way,
then that way. It's any man's ball now... and the tie-breaker to boot. "Nooooo!! Dani! Squaln! B'ane!"

Kh'ryn jumps /over/ the sprawled B'ane. Nuh uh.. No touchy.. He had enough of the tackle part of this game from Lis. However, he does
see the ball, and eyeballs it, nodding for Kariel, who's closer, to /grab... it... now...!!/ As Seilyn, Sinead, and Daniri all end up in a topple,
he actually believes that they have a chance at winning this, and that gives him an even bigger burst of speed.

Kariel is aware Fyria can do the splits. But he'll save that request for later. Cough. Right now, he's got football on the mind... and running.
That thing he's good at. "Hey! Copycat!" Kare yells as he stampedes after Squaln, long legs an advantage... then after Seilyn. Oh, no you
don't! Candy cane is pulled again.... but Sinead's already got the girl down. Good. Eyes scramble over the mass of writhing forms for that
hidebound piece of glory... and he plucks it from its free rolling state, searching the field and sending it toward Kh'ryn. "Run with it, man!!!"

Squaln remains on the ground for a moment as he watches the crew barrel down the bowl with speed. Seeing half the team get tackled,
he attempts to get up and sprint, but, the pain in his knee prevents him from doing so. Grunting, he reluctantly stays down and looks
around frantically for some way to help..

Daniri shrieks her anger, as she often does, and turns to race after Kh'ryn. The only way to win the game now is to catch him! She's got
the speed...but does she have the endurance?

Ellianna doesn't even think of pretending to cover her eyes any more. So caught up in this quite violent but extremely captivating game,
she watches with wide eyes as Seilyn is down on the field. "What do you do with the ball to win the game?" She looks around at anyone
near by. On her feet by this point she is wishing she understood more about the game.

Sinead chuckles slightly. "Now we're even, aren't we Sei?" She enquires from her place, sprawled out having taken Killer down. "Looks like
'Ryn and company may well win this one."

Fyria oh, oh, OH's...then shouts aloud as -her- man grabs the ball. "Throw it, THROW IT!!!" She jumps up and down again, watching the
ball sail towards Kh'ryn. "Get it get it get it!!!" 'Poms' are discarded as she claps her hands together, eyes wide, hair going everywhere at
this point. So much for a braid. "Ooo...lookout for Daniri!!"

B'ane ducks for easier passage for Kh'ryn, also not like the bronzer wants his head taken off or anything either. Clenching his teeth, he
claws his way towards the ball his effort bordering on futile, but this one will triumph or die trying. The pig-skin is now airborn and is
headed for the bluerider. Coincedently, that's where he's headed as well. Of course he'll need backup..

Kh'ryn sees the ball, hears the cry, and his mind nearly misses the connection. Him? They want /him/ to run with it? Oh boy... Therefore,
he jumps up.. up.. up.. to... catch the ball! Yes! He has it! Now, to run with it... A blur is spotted darting after him, however, one has to
remember that this /is/ a rider you're facing off against, and one who's been undergoing extensive training over the last sevendays.. Which
means, his chest might be bruised, but that doesn't stop his powerful long legs from getting a head of the others. Reaching the goal posts,
he actually trips, but holds onto the porcine-hide tightly.. And, as he flies upwards, he spirals his body into a flip, landing on his back.... In
the End Zone! Reaching out with a shaky arm, he touches the ball to the ground, shouting hoarsly, "SCORE!"

Confusion reigns as Lylia glances back and forth. Okay, it was there, then there, and now... With a quick grunt, the wearying rider jogs
towards Kh'ryn, definitely slower than earlier, but still with a definite set of determination to her features. She'll be the Big Bad Tackling
Defender. Mwaha. But that goes as unnecessary as Kh'ryn lands, a gleeful shout breaking out from Lyli. "YES!" Squeeee! They won! Yay!
Who's the best? Team Retch!

Daniri sees the score, but doesn't stop. She still wants revenge on Kariel, but now she wants it on Kh'ryn too. So, picking up more speed,
she races forward and charges straight into Kh'ryn, yelling obscenities she need not specify.

Sinead jumps up and applauds. "YEAH!" She cheers, just as she would if Demolition had one. "Good job guys," she exclaims as she
jumps up and down, cheering for her team.

B'ane slows his gait to a slow jog when he sees Kh'ryn score the winning point to shatter the tie. His goal now falls to helping the
wounded. Offering his hand to the supine Squaln, the rider wipes the grime off his forehead with his free hand and down along the smooth
skull. They lost.

And the crowd goes /WILD/!! Cheers echo over the bowl and shirts and hats are thrown onto the Bowl's playing field! Team Retch has won!
The man who's tunic read 'Kh'ryn is sexy' once again waves his flag and does a little dance!

Ellianna starts to cheer but then she pauses to look around at the cheering crowd. She has no clue what just happened but hey yelling
seems the appropriate thing to do. Clapping and jumping with everyone else she just blends in with the crowd of onlookers.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Kare cries in a unprofound moment of male testosterone. They win. Oh yeah. And he does a little dance, topless as
he is, an shakes his bootay.

Squaln struggles to get up and when he does, it's too late. The other team scored the tie breaking goal and he winces as he stands
watching. It was a good game, though. Hobbling towards his teammates, the captain nods and smiles through painful steps. "Good try,
team! Excellent job." he says to his fellow players. "We'll meet 'em again. Don't worry."

Dragons join the wild cheers, their loud bugles not necessarily directed towards any team in specific. Who cares who won! Everyone else
is yelling, so why not them too?!

Sinead applauds for the other team. "Good job Demoltion!" she shouts to them. "Sei, good tackling," she notes as she steps away from
the girl.

Finished with tackling Kh'ryn, whether she knockeed him down or not, she still has a job to finish with Kariel before she collapses in
exhaustion. She gets up, searches the field for Kariel, finds him, and charges into him, as well. She may be small, but she /always/
finishes what she sets out to do, and she set out for vengeance.

Seilyn manages onto her feet and hobbles on over to Retch's Healer, launching at him with her last ounce of energy. No, it's not a tackle;
it's an affectionate glomp! Let's hope it lands because this brat is all up for a nap. "Let's hear it for Team Retch, Demo. Might as well be
good losers," she laughs, clinging to the nearest being. Sinead is reached out to. She needs more hugs. "Thanks, Sin. That last one you
gave was really good." She points to her torn hoody and sweats to prove it and grins.

Fyria almost loses her top as she jumps up again, shouting "YES!!!!!" Her fist does that little pumping motion, then once agian she's
hopping and skipping across the bowl, yelling "Go Kh'ryn, you sexy bluerider!!" Had to say it.

Kariel is ever so tackled... one as a glomp, and one from a vindictive little bratling. And he's down for the count, cackling all the while. "Ya
still lost, ya wherries."

Squaln then strides with a limp to Kh'ryn and extends a hand to the other captain, grinning. "Good game, Kh'ryn." he says. "I had a great
time and maybe we should have another game sometime." Beam. That'd be /way/ too much fun. This was an awesome game! Daniri has
disconnected.

Kh'ryn thankfully missed getting knocked back over by the young teenager, and he rises shakily to his feet, now cradling the porcine-hide
in his hands like a newborn flit. He stumbles towards his teamates, congratulating them for a good game. "Wouldn't have done it without
you," he states, before reaching out to shake Squaln's hand. "And you guys certainly made it tough.." Wincing towards Daniri, he asks
the other captain, "Where did you find her anyway?"

Lylia does a little victory dance, even Druseth picking up a dark bugle of celebration. Ly dances around, smirking and whipping off her
black bandeau, waving it over her head as she squeals happily. Skins, indeed. The brownrider hops over towards the bluerider, giving him a
firm smack on the rear and a little smirk. "Nice job, cap'ain." And the rider keeps hopping.

Fyria sees her chance, and dashes towards Kariel, dutifully tackling him as well. Hey, she was feeling left out - couldn't leave without
tackling -someone-. "Congrats love!!" Celebratory kiss ensues, considering he's worked hard for it.

B'ane props his hands onto his hips and spits to the side in a motion of frustration. A pacifying croon from Aboleoth lends support to his
wounded pride, the dragon noting to try harder next time. Walking slowly back to his dragon, the Istan opts not to don the jacket until after
he's properly clean. "We'll do better next time." For sure.

Squaln shrugs and glances at Daniri, folding his arms across his chest as he does. "Don't know. She just.. came out of no where." he
replies to the bluerider. "But I'm glad we found her." Sqa smiles authentically and turns towards everyone in general. "I should get going
now. Again, I had a great time.. Clear skies!" Nodding, the herder heads off.
Squaln goes home.

Kh'ryn winces at the slap, but grins wryly none the less. Now, time for him to find a warm bath, a cool icepack for his ribs, and a nice,
looong drink of wine. Getting beat up and tackled is thirsty work!

Legolas steps out from the Weyr's living caverns.

Sinead chuckles and goes to grab her shirt and jacket, which are on the Demolition side of the bowl. "Good game everyone," she offers as she heads into the living cavern.s
Sinead steps gently to the Caverns.

Ellianna wanders off, the thrill of the game over she hopes she went mostly unnoticed in the crowd. "Screaming and carrying on like that..." She mumbles as she makes her way to the living caverns.
Ellianna walks to the Caverns.

B'ane traverses solidly to the Caverns.

Kariel is pounced by Fyria... and not a moment two soon. Other tacklers are ignored as he returns that celebratory kiss, wrapping his arms around her... oh yeah. Celebeatory makeout session in front of everyone. Nothing like it. Snerk.

Fyria giggles as she's 'captured', so to speak, in Kariel's arms.  "Nice going old man.  Seems you can still move quick when you want to."  She jabs him lightly in the ribs, then nods her head towards the Caverns.  "C'mon...you're prolly thirstier than a runner at this point.  Let's go get some grub, eh?"
 

(End Log)

WOO! Football! Woo!